The doors to his Sickbay slid open. It was only a moment before a man approached him. "I'm Geoffrey M'Benga," he introduced himself. "You must be Dr. McCoy."
"Yep," he replied.
"I hope you'll be satisfied with the place," he said, gesturing around at the various faculties. "I can't give you a tour at the moment, as I have a patient to tend to, but you are free to look around, and welcome to take up command if you'd rather start right away."
"Seems you've done a fine job," Leonard replied, and he meant it. The Sickbay was spotless. Everything had a place, and everyone had a job. Nurses were organizing hyposprays and signing PADDs. Around the corner Leonard found M'Benga wrapping a patient's calf.
"If I've told you once, I've told you a million times," M'Benga was saying. "You've got to do all your stretches before you fence!"
"Yeah, I know," the man on the biobed said sheepishly.
M'Benga shook his head before noticing the doctor standing in the doorway. "Dr. McCoy, this is Lieutenant Hikaru Sulu, helmsman. Sulu, this is Doctor Leonard McCoy, our new CMO."
"Hello."
"Howdy." They shook hands.
Sulu's gaze flicked over him appraisingly – not with criticism, but simply with observation. More than Leonard could say for a lot of people, but he still felt a little uncomfortable.
"There you are," M'Benga finished wrapping. "Sorry I can't do more."
"Not a problem," Sulu responded.
The ship shuddered, and Leonard recognized it as the jump to warp.
"Looks like Bailey's taking us out," M'Benga observed.
"I'd better get to the Bridge," said Sulu. "It was nice to meet you, Dr. McCoy."
He nodded as the man made his exit.
So they were headed to Kronos, to kill or imprison a criminal who saved his daughter and killed a bunch of Starfleet personnel, possibly starting an interplanetary war in the process.
That wasn't confusing at all, now was it?
